To any in search of Her Royal Majesty's Ship "The Fantasia" and her crew, Our vessel crashed upon shoals one stormy night, rendering its surviving passengers stranded on this coast, location uncertain. Shipmaster Capt. Fletcher and Sailing Master Capt. O'Flannery immediately established order and stability, organizing the crew to build homes, hunt, fish, and forage. This order lasted us near one month. Let it be known that in the early morning of our 28th day after the wreck, quartermaster McGregor headed a revolt. While Capt. Fletcher led a group of men on a hunt in the jungle, Mr. McGregor and ten others murdered the remaining crew in their sleep, including Capt. O'Flannery. Upon return, the hunting crew and the rebels fired upon each other until all were dead. Capt. Fletcher passed this evening, the 30th day, after a two-day struggle with his battle wounds. I am left alone and wounded, unable and unwilling to survive. After the completion of this letter, I shall fill my pockets and stomach with stones and walk out into the ocean to join my father in eternal rest. My only hope is that the events that unfolded upon this beach will be discovered- a small form of justice for those brave men who had borne the hardship of our hopeless struggle to survive and then succumbed to pointless violence from those they had considered their friends. Sincerely, The young Mr. Fletcher WARNING : THEMES OF RAPE